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Springtime for Zeon (Woggy Mk II)
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"How'd I get here? Ah, it's a long story. I graduated from UMSOT (Undergrad MS Operator training) and test pilot school in '77, back when it was on side 6. Oh, yeah, back then it was something different, we didn't have mobile suits back then, it was MWOTC... Anyways, when the war started, I was a ball pilot for a few weeks, flew three sorties and scored a lucky kill on a Zaku I, and 'cause I was the only one with a kill under my belt, I got chosen to fly with some secret squirrel things on the White Base (back then they just called it the Pegasus). Turns out in order to work on that top secret, feddie zaku ripoff, we couldn't be active EFSF personnel. We got discharged from the service so we could fly for some private shell company. Yeah, we lost MIL benefits, but the pay was so good we figured we'd go for it. We had three weeks to study the manuals and get trained on the simulators while we flew out to our assignment. They put me on the RX-78(a3/4) , but when we were en route to rendezvous to Side 7, the EFSF gave me my walking papers. Turns out, get...get THIS shit: They didn't "need my services any more." Can you believe that? One of the only guys trained on their new, crazy invincible MS, and they fired me.They tossed me, an ace, a qualified TEST PILOT out on my ASS. FOR A G/D FOURTEEN YEAR OLD. Yeah, you know who?! It was the doctor's kid, right? Remember that Tamm Ray guy from the training videos? Yeah, he got HIS kid to be the gundam pilot. Oh, no they tossed all of us. The entire team of mobile suit pilots, gone. Didn't even reassign us. So we're sittin' there, just lookin out the window, watching the stars go by, just angry as all hell, y'know? Fuming. I get an idea, right? So I says to the other guys, who cares? The zeeks need us more than the feddies do, so I went up front, showed the captain our discharge papers, and turned that sum'bitch around. Anyways, long story short, boy do those GM's explode easy! Oh man, jokes on them, the feddies drafted a LOT of stupid 14 year olds to drive those death traps.....so uh, what brings you to Axis?"

she’s not real she’s just a kidney failure succubus trying to harm you

It always bugged me that they didn’t make hoodies w/ this kind of hood: seems very obvious but this is what we wanna wear

I need to find the vid, because it WAS pretty cool. I just don’t like the jurrassic park vibe of setting up all this stuff that WILL end up breaking (because it’s not UV protected, it will crack after a couple years outside) and letting millions of pest bugs infest our land

Come on, now. I doubt you’re the only woman in the world who doesn’t really chafe when she walks in to find the boys didn’t flush their pee for half the day.

You ladies hate ours a LOT more than we hate yours. (If we even care at all, I know I don’t about her pee.)

That’s how it starts. The stuff YOU have now can be heirlooms too. Just buy right, buy quality, and maintain it. We had a LOT of our family stuff pilfered by one of the branches, started from zero in many ways. It made the few things we still DO have all the more treasured.

I love having tools, too. Lots of classic stuff like that.

Your grandson will look forward to inheriting one of these on his 18th birthday. Which do you think it is?

Hoodies have a place but they won’t be nearly as long lived as hard-wearing classic kit

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I just want all the guys here to have heirlooms. They have power. You have to behave yourself a little more when grandpa’s name is on your neck

If you figure out your sizes it’s a good excuse to go on thrift shop dates. Girls love that stuff. If you aren’t fat, then there’s often good stuff out there in M/L sizes. Then you get a head start on something w/ history in it.

I’m a little bummed I had to divest one of my prizes: We have a handmade deerskin jacket made by ggrandma a long time ago, made for her son when he wanted a cool james dean piece but they were too poor for one. It’s a real sweet piece, but sized for a 50’s teen so it has to wander through the family tree to whomever it fits at the time. If it were up to me I’d keep it, but without kids to hand it down to I couldn’t hang on to it.

Kinda bummed because it’s a v. cute chick jacket, but that didn’t occur to me at the time.

I always wondered why we were so un-disgusted by fem urine than they are ours. Makes sense

Exactly. And she’s like “hey can you buy a bunch of hamster tubing and rubbermaids to make a convoluted multistage compost/breeding system to generate millions of jap beetles outside?”

It’s like asking me to make WMD’s in the backyard…..how about we plant some potatoes first and THEN we can start from there

Ugh, no dammit. Hoodies are disposable garbage. Real jackets last generations. You pass them down with wear, history, and soul. I have stuff I inherited from 60 years ago that I still use, has grandpa’s name in the neck and everything.

There’s something just superb about wrapping your lady in something old, leather, and furred. You can’t hand down a hoodie in 50 years to the eldest grandson while pointing out the battle scars it picked up along the way.

(really depends on the size disparity, too. One of the benefits of taller women: they can actually wear your stuff easier. Petite chicks can’t roll up the sleeves on your vintage leather if it’s 3 sizes too big)

This is actually one of the cheaper ones. The one that bugged me was some “INFINITE CHICKEN FEED GLITCH” where you set up this complex composting system and raise hundreds of thousands of japanese beetles on your property

Can’t find it now…it’s cool, but good heavens all this stuff is just another project for me that I’ll probably have to take care of every time I come back home because “it’s too heavy/tall for me to reach hon please?”

This is why you’re supposed to loan her your jackets - she enjoys your scent, then you get to carry hers for a bit.

You DO have a collection of cool timeless jackets, right?

“hahah look at this dumb whore lol shes so dumb ruing her life lol”

“hey babe can u buy me $539 worth of food-grade buckets? I wanna get REALLY into canning stuff for a month before forgetting all about it”

That’s totally diff, we’re into that. Something organic and primal about liking their actual human odor. This chick was just rot personified. Super pretty, gorgeous husky eyes, great facial features, feminine, good body (thanks to her eating disorder and youthful metabolism). It made sense, you’d see her and raise your eyebrows at how pretty she was….until she was in the room. Then the stink, thick enough you didn’t wanna open your mouth.

You hsould like how each other smells, and dislike your own. It means your genes are compatible enough to equip your children w/ good immune systems that complement each other. Smell’s a good aspect of memory, too, so when you’re gone she can keep your stuff around to feel like you’re there still.

I love how every time I open my telegram 90% of the stuff I get from my lady is just roastie L’s and 10% cutesy homesteading chores I don’t have time for

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I know, I have pretty poor sense so I know if I can smell her then something is utterly rank.

My gf at the time was her bestie, and she said there were times she’d plan out a fun outing and then make it a rule that stinkygirl would have to show up freshly showered if she wanted to come. Only worked half the time. The fact she never lacked horny dudes trying to date her blew me away, her guy at the time used to tell me the stink was good even though it was usually poop or period scent.

You THINK it’s that simple but chicks have all kinds of chaff to get in the way

“ugh I suffer from depression I just wanna sit in bed all the time I don’t have the energy”

“it’s just so difficult you don’t get what it’s like”

If you’re with her, then maybe you got the brawn to just haul her ass into the tub like she’s an unruly cat, but the kind of skanks that wallow in their filth like that are probably tuned in and eager to play off such an experience for victim points. Before you know it you’re just another notch in her belt for her to entreat other gullible tards with “ugh, my last 3 exes were so ABUSIVE, y’know?“